We do not truly live in a physical world; we inhabit an abstract one.
What we project into tomorrow is not a plate of pasta, but the question itself — what we will choose, what we will become. We are always living for our future selves.
Yet our feet remain grounded in a three-dimensional reality. The physical world is only a passage, a conduit through which human existence moves.
To be an artist is a form of labor: the attempt to move through this passage. It is painful and difficult, for the abstract world cannot be calculated or reasoned. There, countless souls pull against one another, searching for form and meaning.
